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❝I'm trying to hope for the best.❞ (my entry for the digital AMA writing contest with roshan ali)

Did you always wonder how it would feel to wake up in another person's body? Sounds fun, doesn't it? Well, our mystery lady wants to let you in on the truth. Finalist in the Digital AMA With Rheea contest!

A random person's dream gets shattered and her hopes lost after an unfortunate incident in her life. This can be taken either as a relatable or a real life incident. This is one among the burning issues which needs to be looked upon in the society. Everybody gets old. Not everybody grows up. This is all about the unborn madness.

This is my entry for #DigitalAMAwithRheea for "The Body Myth" contest. Excerpt: * The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens,where I came every sunday for a five- kilometer walk. She couldn't see me but I had to stop midstride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons. 1. Her face was twisted in contemplation; 2. She was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and 3. She was fucking gorgeous. I'm a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other woman, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not,however take the time to asses her beauty. She was up to something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side. I was sure she was checking if anyone was looking at her. She was at the centre of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was in the garden. I was at the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and stared to tremble. * Continued in the next chapter. I hope y'all like it. Thank you.

Encountering strangers is always a new experience. Just make sure you don't meet something unexpected.

A baby seems oblivious to the world around it, much to the confusion of its family and the medical staff. One quiet observer may have a solution...

This essay ,dedicated to my best friend ,is inspired by a song Beautiful Life from the Kdrama Goblin. I hope you will listen to it before reading the essay . I hope to show that beauty is in the eye of the beholder through this. I hope you enjoy it and critique it.

A flowery encounter. Red memories. Blood and society and captivity.

My entry for the #DigitalAMAwithRheea #1 in wattpadcampustalkscontest on 5/11/20 #1 in digitalamawithrheea on 8/11/20

For the contest #DigitalAMAwithRoshan, this is my fiction short entry. The book 'Ib's Endless Search For Satisfaction' by Roshan Ali is based on the protagonist's experience with a schizophrenic father and a 'nice' mother. In my story, I have focused on the protagonist and how he struggles with his own mental condition. The boy suffers from delusions and ADHD. He isn't suicidal but his mind is playing tricks on him.

When Anjum's mother in the Ministry of Utmost Happiness looked at the genitals of her child, she was perplexed first, angry later. Here something similar happens, similar... not same.

This is an entry for a contest. Update: I am one of the finalists. Yay!

This is my contest entry for the #DigitalAMAwithRheea contest for the book The Body Myth (Penguin India). It is about a woman who seemingly has it all and yet, is going through a tough phase mentally.

Contest Entry for 'The Body Myth' Challenge by Penguinindia. Excerpt : The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens, where I came every Sunday for a five-kilometer walk. She couldn't see me, but I had stopped mid-stride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons: (1) her face was twisted in contemplation; (2) she was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and (3) she was fucking gorgeous. I am a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other women, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not, however, take the time to assess her beauty. She was onto something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side; I was sure she was checking to see if anyone was looking at her. She was in the center of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was around. I was in the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and started to tremble.

my entry for the contest

An average man uninspired by an average life. He's bored. Wants more. Powder.